Chapter 126 Yi Chao Sawada Tsunayoshi had been working non-stop for four or five days, and early...

Sawada Tsunayoshi worked non-stop for four or five days, leaving early and returning late, wishing he could split himself into two. A large part of the reason for his busy schedule was that he went back to Japan to deal with the accumulated work.

Fortunately, most of the families in Italy no longer dared to make things difficult for him, and the young chief was handling things more and more skillfully. Reina focused on driving.

"Your Highness, shall we go straight back to headquarters or to the club?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi took out his communicator and glanced at it a few times. "Let's go back to headquarters. Sho hasn't left the house all day."

"It's strange that he would give up volleyball training."

The little chieftain rested his chin on his hand, looking out the car window at the familiar scenery. After traveling for a while, the little chieftain himself would not get lost in Sicily.

Rokudo Mukuro wasn't idle either. Even after Sawada Tsunayoshi put down his tablet, Rokudo Mukuro was still writing and drawing on it, while simultaneously answering Sawada Tsunayoshi's questions.

"Maybe he's seen through your evil mafia facade and is starting to get scared, kufufu."

That's possible.

“They can see through my identity,” Tsuna said, looking away. There was a ring on the pendant around his neck. The ring had changed its form many times, but he had gotten rid of Spanner and the others and changed it back to the original ring shape. It was more familiar to him and easier to carry.

He couldn't possibly wear the ring on his hand during the competition, so he hung it around his neck, wrapped it several times, and even placed a trace of illusion magic on it, so that ordinary people would not notice it.

Reborn said the ring should never leave his body. He touched the knuckle of his middle finger, where a patch of skin was slightly whiter than the rest. The difference wasn't very noticeable, but it was quite jarring to Rokudo Mukuro's eyes.

He wished that the white ring would disappear completely, so that its appearance in Sawada Tsunayoshi's hands would be like evidence, definitively proving the boy's unique identity.

"Does Mukuro think Sho is afraid of me?"

Tsuna was still unconsciously rubbing that patch of skin, while Rokudo Mukuro's lips twitched. "Aren't you childhood friends? Why do you need to ask me?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi's tone seemed to carry a strange emotion, but it was very soft. Rokudo Mukuro wasn't sure what kind of answer this guy wanted, so he simply asked back.

"Mukuro and I practically grew up together," the little leader pointed out.

"I've only known Xiaoxiang for a few days when I met Hai in my dream. In terms of time, we've known each other for no less than I've known Xiaoxiang."

"Didn't Xiao Xiang eventually go to Miyagi?"

Rokudo Mukuro felt relieved.

Finally, he stopped being so aggressive, put down his tablet, and turned to observe Sawada Tsunayoshi. He didn't seem too upset.

"Hyuga Shoyo is so cheerful that he's naive. If he knew you were a mafia boss, he probably wouldn't be as shocked as if you didn't know how to play volleyball."

That should be fine, but Mist Guardian insists on not saying anything good or bad. Even when comforting someone, he will still make a few sarcastic remarks, both overt and covert.

To everyone's surprise, Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression really darkened. "Mukuro is right."

Rokudo Mukuro: ? ? ?

What happened? What did he say wrong?

"Xiao Xiang knows who I am, so he understands that I really can't play volleyball with him."

Only then did Mist Guardian realize that he had stabbed someone in the back with just one sentence, and he felt a little guilty for once.

"Otherwise, do you still want to play volleyball with him?"

Rokudo Mukuro coldly watched as he asked the question, his soul soaring to the heavens. Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't reply for a moment. Rokudo Mukuro felt lightheaded and wanted to say something to make amends, but found his voice dry and unable to utter a single word.

The young leader was stunned for a moment, but only for a short while, and it made Rokudo Mukuro feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Fortunately, Sawada Tsunayoshi answered quickly.

"I'm already playing volleyball with him."

"You know that's not what I meant..."

“There’s no difference, Mukuro,” Tsuna interrupted the other’s repeated probing. “Being able to stay with everyone in the Vongola forever is my greatest wish right now.”

Rokudo Mukuro naturally categorized himself as a member of the Vongola family. "Hmph, whatever."

When they returned to the Vongola, Hinata had already fled from Irie Shoichi's office in a panic. It was terrifying; all sorts of nonsensical terms were combined together, and Hinata couldn't even tell which language it was.

As lunch break ended and the Vongola employees began their afternoon work, people moved about the building. Hinata, with nothing to do, stood out from the crowd.

He squatted in the rest area watching these people work. He guessed that afternoon meant it was almost time to get off work. The backs of these people were filled with excitement, as if they couldn't wait for the clock to strike four.

Irie Shoichi gave him an employee card, just in case Ichigo was discovered by some responsible employee.

"What will happen if I'm discovered? Will I be dragged into the dungeon?" Hinata pondered, holding the card.

“Where did the Vongola get land?” Irie was about to retort when he said, “Hmm, it seems they do have some, but it was used by the previous leader and it’s practically defunct now.”

"Go have fun, go have fun." Irie knew this guy couldn't stay inside for long.

After much deliberation, Hinata decided to observe the employees. They didn't seem to have anything special about them. He sat on the sofa and examined the pattern on the card. It was very complex. Hinata was familiar with such patterns that appeared on outline documents.

Generally speaking, he isn't particularly curious. Just like animals have a natural ability to foresee danger, Hinata is usually quite adept at handling these secretive matters, except when it comes to volleyball.

The other side of the sofa dipped slightly, and Hyuga turned his head to the side. At this moment, the Vongola junior boss was indeed equally relaxed.

The other person was still wearing the black suit they wore when they went out for a business dinner this morning, so they probably just got home, saw Hinata here, and stopped by to check on their childhood friend.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Sawada Tsunayoshi had a vague idea that Hyuga knew his identity, but seeing his childhood friend looking so dejected, he couldn't help but worry that there might be something else wrong.

Hinata spent the whole day composing herself, then sat up straight with a flip, saying, "I'm perfectly fine!"

His tone was as cheerful as usual, "Tsuna, are we going back to Japan?"

He gently brushed aside the fact that Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't want to talk about those dark things. Since he already knew, there was no need for his childhood friend to rack his brains to cover for him. Sawada Tsunayoshi really wasn't good at lying.

“Hmm,” the little leader said, accepting his childhood friend’s free-flowing thoughts, “Before we go back, shall we go watch a game?”

"Contest?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi took out a stack of bills and waved them.

"We've come at just the right time. Tomorrow is the Italian Super League quarterfinals, and Beike Club sent us tickets so we can go watch Luis's game before we leave."

Hinata was surprised by this unexpected bonus. "Wait, does that mean they're just playing with me every day while actually preparing for the competition?!"

"Won't this lower the level of my own team?" Hyuga thought with intense regret.

“Luis and the others don’t think so. They even asked Coach Robert to make sure I take you to see the game so you can see how they dominate.”

Hinata climbed up from the sofa. "Okay! I'm going to get a good rest tonight and cheer on Louis and the others tomorrow!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed thoughtful. "So, do you want to learn a few Italian phrases?"

"Translators probably can't amplify sound, right?"

Hinata hesitated for a while, her face heavy, before finally deciding to learn a completely new foreign language.

They walked together toward the lodging area. The young chieftain had just returned from outside and was going to change his clothes when he ran into Varian's Squalo.

"Squalo, what brings you here!" Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes lit up.

"Apply for a flight route." Squalo didn't seem too keen on coming here either; seeing Sawada Tsunayoshi lessened his irritation somewhat.

The junior leader searched his memory, "Uh, does Varian have any missions that require him to go abroad recently?"

“No,” Squalo replied in a high-pitched voice, “we’re going to Japan with you.”

That chilling feeling that sent shivers down his spine surged through his brain once more, and Sawada Tsunayoshi heard himself stammering as he asked...

"May I ask, why does Varian want to go to Japan?"

Squalo gave him a look as if he were a fool. "What else could it be? Didn't you make it to the national tournament? Yamamoto Takeshi was gloating the other day when he was on a mission, watching a few matches as if he were on the field himself," he said through gritted teeth, looking quite angry.

"I haven't had much work lately, so going to watch the game is a good way to relax."

Sawada Tsunayoshi:

You mean there will be more Varians and his ilk in the stands?

He simply couldn't imagine that scene.

After the other party finished their business, they casually ruffled Sawada Tsunayoshi's hair and said, "See you in Japan then."

Varian didn't go with them, figuring a plane probably couldn't fit that many people, since last night Spanner had unusually expressed a desire to briefly leave the lab to watch the Chieftain's match.

Hinata peered around, asking, "Aren't there tons of people wearing black in the Karasuno stands?"

But his childhood friend frowned, as if remembering something, and frantically scrolled through his friends' WeChat Moments.

As expected, after he fell asleep last night, Hayato and Takeru each posted a report. Takeru's was fine, just some personal thoughts, while Hayato's was more thorough, summarizing the previous matches and outlining a bunch of key points for cheering on the team and areas for improvement.

Why bother summarizing this kind of thing?

There's nothing we can do about the small number of Karasuno cheerleaders! Wait, is Hayato saying that too few Vongola members went...?

Aren't enough people from the Vongola family already there?!

We can't all stop working and go watch the game!

As Sawada Tsunayoshi read, he kept making sarcastic remarks, discovering that the Storm Guardian had written several suggestions for improvement. "Seriously? They're going to bring a piano over? How are they going to get that thing in there?!"

...to conceal with illusions,

They even considered illusions!

With trembling hands, the little leader gave the post a thumbs up. Hinata, standing on tiptoe, read it as well and thought his childhood friend's expression made it seem like he wanted to downvote it.

There were some Vongola employees downstairs, all complaining that they couldn't get time off to watch the game, and they were secretly asking if they could skip work.

However, Lan Shou, who had just written about the small number of people, coldly replied that his leave application was rejected.

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Author's Note: The Italy arc is almost over!

This arc serves two purposes: firstly, to bolster Hinata's fighting strength; secondly, to unravel the secrets between childhood friends (though not completely). Hinata, unaware of the details, will likely remain worried, so 27 will reveal some information within a controlled scope.